Fuck Yeah Feminist Thor.
Julie Andrews accepting the Oscar for Best Actress for her performance in Mary Poppins (1965) [x]
writing is safer, somehow
because my pen cannot stutter like my lips do,
and words get stuck in throats,
not fingertips, can’t stumble
on paper trails of blue lines
because writing is definite and clear
and no one can tell if i am crying
through written words alone
this comic defines me
One day, I will say goodbye. I won’t write anymore. Not to you nor to anybody. Not because I choose not to, but because I can’t. On that day, I would run out of words to say. The words I’ve kept in bottles, along with the seashells of beaches will dissolve into sand. I would…
*reads the last line again*
*closes the book*
*throws book out the window*
*jumps out the window after it*
*writhes in pain while clutching the book*
*cries and rocks it back and forth*
*puts it back down on the shelf*
*Calls friend* “read this book”
Can you be my Nightingale, sing to me I know you're there. You could be my sanity, bring me peace, sing me to sleep. Say you'll be my Nightingale...
Please my Nightingale, be someone who’s gonna sing to me till I fall asleep. The light who’s going take me home. The voice that will echo inside my head. The one’s going to my hero. The one who’s going to be the melody to my harmony. The one who’s going to wrap me in warmth in my coldest nights. The one who’s gonna make strong in my weakest times. The one who’s gonna pull me up in my darkest times. The one who’s gonna protect me in his/her arms. The one who’s going me my sanity. The one who’s going bring peace to the war inside my heart. Lasty, the one who’s willing to spend a lifetime with me. Please, I think It’s time for you to find me and say you’ll be my Nightingale..
Just admit it this was the most intense scene in your childood